Madame Duffey was a fascinating woman. She had coiffed red hair, a southern accent and that certain wackiness that all high school language teachers must possess in order to get the job. I suspect that Madame Duffey aced her qualification exams because of the fantastically strong field of wackiness she emitted. Completely off the charts.
In Madame Duffey’s class the very first thing you learned was how to Continue reading The World Music (Torture) Day Protest Dance